Kamiya Tetsuya did not die on the rooftop with Angus, there was no funeral at all, and the mental state of Morobushi Kagemitsu and others also recovered...
"That's great." The world in front of him was still blurry. The blond young man's purple-gray eyes were finally covered with tears. He chuckled and murmured, "This is really great..."
In a moment of silence, Kamiya Tetsuya hesitated for a moment, placed the ball on Furukaya Rei's head and patted it gently.
Kill the victim by patting his head +1
Salted Fish muttered quietly, "Okay, if the card drawing fails, it's not my fault."
No one noticed that a figure quietly disappeared outside the open door.
The brown-haired young man looked down at the blueberry cake he had prepared on the white porcelain plate. The thick and soft cream was mixed with sweet chocolate crumbs, which looked particularly delicious.
He closed his eyes, and a bitter sweet taste seemed to rise in his mouth. The warm scent of cake at the tip of his nose lacked the smell of blood that had always lingered around him.
So magical...
Morofushi Jingguang thought to himself, the senior he was playing was not good enough, so he had to be taught how to dream?
But will the senior touch Zero's head?
Zhu Fu Jingguang stood at the door in a daze, the weight of the cake pressing down on him, causing his wrist to ache slightly.
Dreams...are they so real?
Come to think of it, he seemed to have not made desserts for a long time. Every day, he felt drowsy no matter what he ate. Sweets that his body could not tolerate would only cause nausea when he swallowed them.
But it doesn’t matter if I feel nauseous, since I don’t eat much anyway.
He selfishly wanted to pretend that Tetsuya Kamiya was still alive, and wanted to change the object of the funeral to another strange existence. However, no matter how much he wanted to pretend, from the perspective of others, his predecessor was still gone.
Zhu Fu Jingguang thought blankly, and involuntarily pressed his back against the wall.
His emotions drove him to listen to the conversation inside, but his reason told him that it was just a delusion.
There was not much time for him to vent his anger. Soon, the door next to him opened and Matsuda Jinpei walked out with sleepy eyes. He was startled by Morofu Kagemitsu in the corridor.
The curly-haired police officer asked in surprise, "Keimitsu, what are you doing standing at the door with a cake in your hand? Is Kamiya still playing the game?"
He checked the time. It was three o'clock in the afternoon.
"You really can't get used to Kamiya." Matsuda Jinpei said sadly, "If you also defect, there will really be no one who can control him."
Before Morobushi Kagemitsu could say anything, another door opened, and a man wearing glasses and with black hair standing up in the air appeared. He sneered at Matsuda Jinpei and said, "You're talking nonsense. Do you still want to control my senior?"
"You're a defeated general." Matsuda sneered, "Go tell Kamiya about this."
Wakatake Naoki immediately stiffened his fists: "You despicable liar, you are the one who loosened the handle of the game console!"
Matsuda Jinpei crossed his arms and said, "Do you have any evidence?"
Wakatake Naoki: “You #@%…!”
Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the two people who were disheveled and didn't even wipe their eyes, standing in the corridor, quarreling like two elementary school students, and suddenly he began to doubt his life.
Is this something he should dream about?
How could he dream that the dead Bacardi was living with his peers—playing games at night?
This is unreasonable!
The brown-haired young man seriously doubted whether his condition had worsened or whether he was just playing the drama too hard and started to write and act it out himself.
He was about to say something when he heard a voice coming from inside the room.
Kamiya Tetsuya was also shouting, "Are you all fighting in the hallway? It's so noisy."
Wakatake Naoki slid on the spot: "Senior——!"
Kamiya Tetsuya said with a look of disgust: "Go wash your face first."
"Got it." Wakatake Naoki returned to his serious look, put his fist to his mouth and coughed softly, "Today at 5 pm, the new game character, senior, do you want to sign up?"
Kamiya Tetsuya's eyes lit up: "Appointment!"
Morofushi Kagemitsu: "..."
Really? Are the people in front of him really a group of people with an average age of 30 to 40?
This doesn't make sense!
"Zhu Fu, aren't you happy?" As if noticing that he was angry, the white-haired young man called out his name first.
Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly came to his senses and didn't know how to laugh for a moment. He said in a panic: "No, I was just thinking about something..."
Kamiya Tetsuya waved at him: "Come here and put the cake on the table first."
Morofushi Kagemitsu did as he was told. He remained calm on the surface and walked over, exchanging glances with Fūtani Rei who was standing beside him.
For a moment, both of them seemed to feel something.
"Squat down a little more." Tetsuya Kamiya's voice was flat, but with a somewhat mischievous ending.
Zhu Fu Jingguang did as he was told in a daze, and his cat eyes, which had widened slightly due to surprise, looked even rounder, like a cat that had lost its way in the rain and was suddenly covered by an umbrella.
Kamiya Tetsuya reached out and touched his head, but it was not enough, so he put both of his hands on it, directly weeding Morobushi Kagemitsu's originally neat hair.
As he did this, he sighed, "His hair is better than Jyouya's. Besides! I suspect that guy hasn't washed his hair in two days!"
Furutani Rei who was standing aside: "..."
Matsuda Jinpei came over with an opinion: "Kamiya-san, you haven't touched my head yet? Rei and Keimitsu have both tried, come on, don't be partial."
"Senior..." Wakatake Naoki came over and tried to say something.
"No." Kamiya Tetsuya rejected coldly, "You idiot, after you gave me a guaranteed prize last time, there is no love between us anymore."
Matsuda Jinpei: "??? Is this my fault? This is a problem with the game calculation rate, I tell you..."
Tetsuya Kamiya simply covered his ears and started to play dead with an expressionless face.
Zhu Fu Jingguang's eyes drifted to his fingers. He was distracted when he put the cake on the table just now, and some cream accidentally stained his fingertips.
He lowered his head and quietly put his finger into his mouth.
The sweetness of the cream spreads on the tip of your tongue, with a soft and gentle texture.
"Senior..." He sighed softly and showed a gentle smile that belonged to Morobushi Kagemitsu.
"Let's have afternoon tea first."
The author has something to say: Salted fish has seen through everything.jpg
Sweet, right? This time it's really sweet! I'm a super sweet peach! I need lots of comments on this chapter, too. You can't deny me one just because it's the first update...
There is another chapter below, it is written by Dao Ran. It is about the sickly and weak Tetsuya's life as a group of pampered and silly people!
Who else said I didn't update? Huh? I'm usually so fat!!! But your love has disappeared a lot (pointing and talking). There's not much left even if I feed you.
Let me explain what "Sword Ranbu" is. It is actually a PPT-like click web game. About a hundred sword men and a judge live their daily lives in a place called "Honmaru". They usually go out to fight monsters, hunt swords, and increase resources and levels. The characters are all super cute!
I once got up for three days and slept for five hours to participate in the city activities, in order to make a profit [the drop rate of 4 in 10,000 (tears)]